Black Friday

Welcome to Black Friday. Or as I’m calling it this year, the day I sit at work and pretend to be focused while all I’m doing is making up dirty lyrics to Christmas songs. I’m pretty jazzed up on hot chocolate [from 7-11. That’s the best kind] right now and looking at picture of all the dogs I want to adopt. All I want for Christmas is a puppy to snuggle with. And as Santa as my witness [because I heard the creeper is always watching me] I’m going to get my mother effing dog. 

Get it? Black Friday? I know that the day got its name because it's when companies go from red to black with their revenues, but please just let me have this moment of creativity in an otherwise dull morning of work.

Gobble gobble or something creative

Happy Thanksgiving [Turkey Day/ Gravy Consuming Day/ Grandpa’s Going To Get Awkwardly Drunk and Tell The Grandkids To Have Children Day]

This is not a complete list, but here is everything I am thankful for today:

1.       My family

2.       John

3.       Count Spatula and the fact that I made best friends by following my dream

4.       The future

5.       This turkey leg in my hand

6.       My sweatpants

7.       Desserts

8.       Hanging out with cousins while our parents squabble like children

9.       Snapple

10.   Libraries

11.   Tomorrow

12.   And…one of my favorite moments from FRIENDS

 

The whole trip

There’s a heavy fog out this morning. Driving through it was like watching a negative develop. It was like being a part of an unfinished painting. Driving through that fog felt like a half remembered dream. It reminded me of the quote “writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” —E.L. Doctorow. Been doing a lot of that lately; slowly moving forward with no sight of what’s really ahead. At some point you kind of learn to trust the unknown, sometimes you start to ease into the uncertainty, and sometimes you just want to be rewarded for following your gut.

I’m not sleeping again. The dreams are getting worse. Everyone is constantly talking. They’re so close and up in my face. The situations vary but have the same underlying tone; I forgot to do something or I have no idea what it is I need to do. The bags under my eyes are getting ridiculous. A deprived badge of honor I would rather stop earning.